The Works of Lord Byron: Including the Suppressed Poems. Complete in One VolumeA. and W. Galignani, 1828 - 718 ページ |
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... rest sitting on a sofa . He asked Moore if she was on Lord Elgin , whose publisher he was . Longman a humble companion to any of the ladies . The had refused to publish the « Satire , " and Byron | latter replied , She is a great ...
... rest sitting on a sofa . He asked Moore if she was on Lord Elgin , whose publisher he was . Longman a humble companion to any of the ladies . The had refused to publish the « Satire , " and Byron | latter replied , She is a great ...
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... rest looked as if his satanic majesty had been among them . Madame de Stael took the liberty to read me a lecture be- fore this crowd , to which I only made her a low bow .. His lordship's travelling equipage was rather a singular one ...
... rest looked as if his satanic majesty had been among them . Madame de Stael took the liberty to read me a lecture be- fore this crowd , to which I only made her a low bow .. His lordship's travelling equipage was rather a singular one ...
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... rest ! Who speaks the fastest ' s sure to speak the best : Who utters most within the shortest space , May safely hope to win the wordy race . The sons of science these , who , thus repaid , Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade ...
... rest ! Who speaks the fastest ' s sure to speak the best : Who utters most within the shortest space , May safely hope to win the wordy race . The sons of science these , who , thus repaid , Linger in ease in Granta's sluggish shade ...
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... rest.1 LINES WRITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN THE CHURCHYARD OF HARROW - ON - THE - HILL . SEPT . 2 , 1807 . SPOT of my youth ! whose hoary branches sigh , Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky ; Where now alone I muse , who oft have ...
... rest.1 LINES WRITTEN BENEATH AN ELM IN THE CHURCHYARD OF HARROW - ON - THE - HILL . SEPT . 2 , 1807 . SPOT of my youth ! whose hoary branches sigh , Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky ; Where now alone I muse , who oft have ...
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... rests in the halls of Tura : he knows not of our coming . Who will speed through Lochlin to the hero , and call the ... rest ! Rough was thy soul , Orla ! yet soft to me as the dew of morn . It glared on others in lightning ; to me a ...
... rests in the halls of Tura : he knows not of our coming . Who will speed through Lochlin to the hero , and call the ... rest ! Rough was thy soul , Orla ! yet soft to me as the dew of morn . It glared on others in lightning ; to me a ...
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ADAH AHOLIBAMAH ANAH ANGIOLINA ARBACES ARNOLD aught BARBARIGO bear beauty behold BELESES beneath BENINTENDE blood bosom breast breath brow CAIN CALENDARO CESAR chief dare dark dead death deeds deep DOGE dost dread earth fame father fear feel GABOR gaze Giaour Greece Greek hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour IDENSTEIN ISRAEL BERTUCCIO JACOPO FOSCARI JAPHET JOSEPHINE king leave less LIONI live look Lord Byron LOREDANO LUCIFER MANFRED MARINA Marino Faliero Michel Steno mortal mountains MYRRHA ne'er never night noble Note o'er once palace PANIA pass'd Petrarch prince SALEMENES SARDANAPALUS scarce scene seem'd shore SIEGENDORF sire slave smile soul spirit Stanza STRALENHEIM stranger sword tears thee thine things thou art thou hast thought ULRIC unto Venice voice walls wave WERNER words wouldst youth εἰς καὶ τὴν τὸ
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60 ページ - Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope, shall moulder cold and low.
65 ページ - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep...
210 ページ - He faded, and so calm and meek, So softly worn, so sweetly weak, So tearless, yet so tender — kind, And grieved for those he left behind; With all the while a cheek whose bloom Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray; An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot...
64 ページ - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
62 ページ - The river nobly foams and flows, The charm of this enchanted ground, And all its thousand turns disclose Some fresher beauty varying round : The haughtiest breast its wish might bound Through life to dwell delighted here ; Nor could on earth a spot be found To nature and to me so dear, Could thy dear eyes in following mine Still sweeten more these banks of Rhine ! LVI. By Coblentz, on a rise of gentle ground, There is a small and simple pyramid, Crowning the summit of the verdant mound ; Beneath...
238 ページ - gin to fear that thou art past all aid From me and from my calling; yet so young, I still would— Man. Look on me! there is an order Of mortals on the earth, who do become Old in their youth, and die ere middle age, Without the violence of warlike death; Some perishing of pleasure, some of study, Some worn with toil, some of mere weariness, Some of disease, and some insanity, And some of wither'd or of broken hearts; For this last is a malady which slays More than are number'd in the lists of Fate,...
62 ページ - And peasant girls, with deep blue eyes, And hands which offer early flowers, Walk smiling o'er this paradise; Above, the frequent feudal towers Through green leaves lift their walls of gray, And many a rock which steeply lowers, And noble arch in proud decay, Look o'er this vale of vintage bowers; But one thing want these banks of Rhine, — Thy gentle hand to clasp in mine!
230 ページ - The future, till the past be gulfd in darkness, It is not of my search. — My mother Earth ! And thou fresh breaking Day, and you, ye Mountains, Why are ye beautiful ? I cannot love ye.
209 ページ - And I have felt the winter's spray Wash through the bars when winds were high And wanton in the happy sky; And then the very rock hath...
66 ページ - ... in the night: — Most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be A sharer in thy fierce and far delight, — A portion of the tempest and of thee! How the lit lake shines, a phosphoric sea, And the big rain comes dancing to the earth! And now again 'tis black, — and now, the glee Of the loud hills shakes with its mountain-mirth, As if they did rejoice o'er a young earthquake's birth.